Author Pamela Poulan

I had never felt this alone before. My mind became a torrent of emotional thoughts like “Why did God allow this happen to me? I can’t do this. It’s too hard. What happens now? What about Steve and the kids?” Tears began to run down my face and I realized I couldn’t even wipe them away. I wept brokenly throughout the night but I could hear a soft voice on the other side of the curtain encouraging me during one of the most overwhelming and loneliest nights of my life. (To be continued…)